what if we let ourselves die of no remorse
and our tongues twisted flexibly
and before
we swallow the pines
the sweeter orbits of their own
let sense figure out the transcended nature
of its sheer colosseum
of its tasteless taste
and galaxy of its ruthless spices
greatness of it all as big as it gets
no perks of drugs like benzedrine
but a beauty
of santoka
of buson
of haiku
blissful panic attacks in taste
dragging its opal swifts from afar to poseidon
and what we talked about at least a million molds ago like
thousand folds of an unsolved origami
As such as we promised us not to anymore
not for once in a lifetime
i suppose
it’s the sands who are talking to us
the moon that we slip our madness in
moonsands
breath in breath out
breath in the joy of being breath out the greed for pleasure
to BREATH i suppose is not what we wanted
Date: 29.03.23
Featured Image: Monk by the Sea (German: Der Mönch am Meer) was painted by the German Romantic artist Caspar David Friedrich between 1808 and 1810.
